Garbage Day

I love garbage day!

Think about it. You place all your disgusting, cast off, unwanted, unmentionable trash in a receptacle and - voila' - it is whisked away never to be seen again. What a magical experience. Talk about eight dollars a month that is well spent.

And I know this first hand, because for a while we experimented with hauling our own trash away - get this - to save money. Let me assure you that it may have saved us eight dollars a month, but it was NOT a magical experience. It was an unsightly, smelly, piled up high, get out the gloves and facemask experience that was always put off until our garage was overflowing. And then we would load it up and haul it away.

I've heard say that a lot can be told about a household by the contents and quantity of its trash. While you can definitely tell that a child in diapers and a dog live here, I think it is fun to try to fool those trash inspectors as to the quantity of people here at the Newton's. How little waste can a family of five generate? Can we mange to fit it in the smallest receptacle offered every week?

We missed our trash pick up today. It is days like this that I appreciate even more than usual the work of the garbage collector.

And so I just wanted to say, "Thanks," to the garbage collectors of the world. So they know they are not taken for granted. And they know their work is much loved.